Ayyy, that reefer, that reefer,
I be on it everyday,
I keep a 2-liter,
We “G” for buyin’ two O’s a day,
Purple Haze, Silver Haze,
White Widow, Break it down,
I know how to get my weed,
But I can’t wait I take it now,
I roll ‘em fat,
You can ask snoop how we blow,
B, you’d do it too if you got 80g fo’ 4 gigs

See out in Canada I get my hands on everythang,
My girl can’t handle; I’m in love with that Mary Jane…
I smoke chronic; I get blunted;
It ‘aint a thang to me,
I know it smell loud,
The crystals red and brown,
I bought a pound, its goin down,
What you smoking on?
Them 83’s not 84’s,
Playboy what you rollin’ on?
I get high like my G-5 in the sky,
I keep that big oomp spray whenever I ride
Now put ya lighters up, if you a bud smoker,
Smoker, smoker, Im getting high like

Pass da swisha to the left hand side
Cuz everybody’s tryin’ to get high,
I said pass da swisha to the left hand side
Cuz everybody’s tryin’ to get high,

(Hey) I wish I woulda met Bob Marley one time
Cuz I bet we woulda smoked more than a dime,
Look I don’t do the lines, ice, and the Ex pills,
But I guarantee you Cali got the best bill,
Cuz you roll it, roll it,
And you puff it, puff it,
When it’s gone get you another blunt
and stuff it, stuff it,
Don’t cup it, cup it,
Hit it once then pass it,
The shit that I be smoking,
You can smell through the plastic,

(Ooooh) What the hell you got in that herb?
it’s right, it’s right,
you even mix it with syrp,
My sprite, my sprite,
So you can’t tell me I aint blowin’,
You can’t tell me I aint smokin’
You can’t tell me I ain’t holdin’,

now pass da swisha to the left hand side,
cuz everybody’s tryin’ to get high,
I said pass da swisha to the left hand side,
Cuz everybody’s tryin’ to get high,

What you, what you, what you got up in that bag?
Can I, Can I give you money, let’s go halves,
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh now you actin’ shady nigga,
Woah, so, so, I’m baggin like 380 nigga,
The craziest drug I did was a mushroom,
An hour later I’m ???? in the restroom
Hallucinating, everything lookin’ 3-d,
But I don’t care cuz I’m a muthafuckin BG,

Say, say, say, say, say what you got for sale?
Oh, oh you a cop? I ain’t tryin’ to go to jail?
Shit, shit, shit, shit, I almost fucked up,
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch don’t roll my stuff up,
Shut the fuck up, you don’t have to roll my dutch up,
I don’t need you anyway, bitch get out I got my haze,
When I was broke, ain’t nobody wanna chill wit me,
Now I got some bills wit me, plus I got that kil- wit me,

now pass da swisha to the left hand side,
cuz everybody’s tryin’ to get high,
I said pass da swisha to the left hand side,
Cuz everybody’s tryin’ to get high.
(I smoke wit the best of em’, straight up, I make the best of ‘em pass out…)---Lyrics submitted by Stephen.